A friendly dog on the border

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    A small black young dog , barely more than a puppy , with medium length hair sat on the border in the freezing rain .

    ooc- can the dog speak cat?


    Meadowsky padded with a few other cats on border patrol. She stopped dead when she scented dog. Not another dog, she thought. She silently slipped away from the other cats and ran to the border.

    Meadowsky followed the border until she could see the dog. Not knowing that the dog could speak cat, she snarled at the dog to try to scare it off. She slid her claws out, ready to fight.

    "Y-you speak cat!" Meadowsky thought for a moment. I guess I shouldn't hurt the dog if it did speaks cat and does not mean trouble. "I am sorry for snarling. We have a lot of wild dogs that intrude, and usually they are hostile. If you don't know where to go, I have heard of packs of wild dogs. Maybe you should join one. Or maybe you could even join us, if you wish." Meadowsky's eyes gleamed at the thought of someone new in the Clan.

    " I-I grew up around my moms friends and they were cats and really I could stay with you?" He asked getting slightly excited.

    "Sure. The Clan that I live in is called WindClan. There will be a lot of cats. Follow me." Meadowsky flicked her tail and headed for camp.

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    Quietly, the hairless feline would approach the duo, his gaze quickly finding the canine. Non-felidae animals were not a surprise to him, as there were a myriad of different species residing in WindClan - servals, horses, wolves, tigers - just a bunch. He'd quickly learned not to fear them; well, unless they risked stepping on him by accident... that would be bad.


    As the scent carried by the pup was unknown to him, he allowed his gaze to flicker over in the direction of the she-cat. "W-who's this?" he inquired in his usual, soft tone. A joiner, perhaps? [/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    Undetectedskies drew himself closer to the ground at the femme's hiss. "S-sorry i-if I c-confused you," he mewed, allowing his blue-eyed gaze to flicker to the ground as his stutter kicked in. A normal thing for the hairless albino, being so submissive. "I knew that; I was referring to the dog."
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    "We should go back to camp and show you the camp. Maybe our leader can give you a warrior or apprentice name, unless you want to keep yours," Meadowsky meowed as she turned to Felix.